River Road

Posted: August 14, 2016 in literature, poetry
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RiverRoads

 

A river gurgles and sputters
on the way to event horizons
lousy with dawn and dusk,
the pale brook paints
itself amid deserts and scrub brush

fighting fisherman
thirsty for flounder, petrified,
oriented towards twilight’s
deep reds and faint yellows.

November coddles the stream,
bursts through country dams,
groans over urban rapids
clouded with flowers drowned
by last night’s downpour
of favors and drought.

The trickle remains
friends with angry clouds and
crazy fog, dribbles
lazy in its walk past
city parks to parched,

summer pools.

Rod Carlos Rodriguez

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